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Clex Fanfic: Convalescence (NC-17), Chapter 3

Title:               Convalescence
Author:         babydee1
Pairing:          Clex
Rating:           NC-17, this chapter PG-13
Warnings:     M/M Sexual situations later on (Slash)
Timeline:       Season 5-ish
Disclaimer:   All characters belong to the CW & DC comics. 
Summary:     When Clark falls ill after uncovering loads kryptonite at the Kent Farm, Lex welcomes him to the Mansion to, um… recuperate. *wink-wink* ;-)
Feedback:      …Always. :-)

Based on an awesome prompt by phillydragonldy in the svsunkenships challenge


Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.

Chapter 3

For the next few days, Lex helped him recover.  He was the perfect host, making sure Clark drank lots of fluids to detox his system.  He painstakingly prepared small portions of soup and crackers, and other foods that wouldn’t irritate his stomach, and as soon as Clark’s legs could carry him, took him on long walks around the grounds.  Each day was more interesting than the next, and Clark found it wonderful to recuperate in pleasant seclusion, away from the dull grind of his usual daily routine.

And it wasn’t just his daily routine that had changed.  Clark glanced down at the expensive cotton slacks and crisp linen shirt he was currently sporting, both on loan from Lex’s wardrobe.  Since he’d been brought in with only the clothes on his back, everything he’d worn in the last few days belong to Lex; including including his undergarments, which Clark had to admit were super-comfortable.  In the never-ending debate about boxers or briefs, he was now a briefs man for life.  No wonder Lex always looked so smug. 

“Sorry I haven’t had the opportunity to actually go shopping for you, Clark,” Lex had apologised the previous evening.  “I didn’t realise you’d be here so long.  But you’re welcome to anything out of my closet.”

Clark had smiled.  “That suits me fine.”  It had occurred to him that this clothing problem could easily have been solved at the click of a button with Amazon and countless other online menswear outlets, but he found he actually quite liked this new level of closeness with Lex.  His budding attraction for his friend had only grown over the last few days, and he found himself wondering if Lex was aware of it; and if so, whether or not it was something he reciprocated.  It seemed like he might, but Clark didn’t dare ask.  It was just so hard to tell for sure, and definitely not the sort of thing one just sprang on a good friend of the same sex when you weren’t sure of their sexuality.  Thanks for taking care of me, Lex. By the way, I think I might be falling in love with you; you feel the same?

There was also a lot more he was tempted to share with Lex, but he dared not even venture into that territory.  Jonathan Kent for one would not be pleased if Clark gave Lex even a clue as to his true origins.

“Chloe was right; you recovered pretty quickly,” Lex observed as they walked around the mansion grounds.  “Sunshine seems to agree with you.”

Clark smiled.  “I guess.  The change of environment’s really helped, as well.  I can’t thank you enough for looking after me, Lex.”

“The pleasure’s all mine.  This place can get pretty lonely, so it’s nice to actually have someone to talk to that isn’t paid to work here.” 

They fell into a companionable silence.  Clark wondered not for the first time how lonely and isolated Lex must have been after the deaths of his mother and brother, growing up with a despotic father who didn’t have a clue as to what love was. 

“When are your parents due back?” Lex asked. 

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

“Can I persuade you to stay here until then?” he asked, almost shyly.  “This mansion… it’s pretty big, and as I said, I’ve really appreciated the company.” 

Clark grinned.  “I’m happy to stay.  It’s just a shame my first sleepover was under these circumstances.  Still can’t believe I nearly puked all over you, for starters.”

Lex smiled.  “Well, at least you’re at full strength for the rest of your visit.” 

Clark looked at his watch.  “I should probably pop over to the farm at some point; I still need to sort out the storm cellar before dad gets back–”

“I already took care of it.”

Clark’s face drained of colour.  “You what?”

“I had a qualified construction team over there yesterday; they’ve completed the job,” Lex explained.  “Fortunately, whatever gases you inhaled have long since dissipated, but–”

“You did all this without telling me first?” Clark said, his voice dangerously low.

Lex tensed.  “Because I knew you’d be an ass about it and get all defensive,” Lex snapped.  “Is it wrong for me to not want you to take the risk of getting sick again?”

“It’s not that, it’s…” just the remnants of my alien spaceship sitting quietly in a corner under some tarp, he finished mentally.  Not to mention the several chunks of meteor rock lying around

“Lex, you know I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, and I’m sorry if I appeared ungrateful just now, because that’s not the case,” he said gently.  “I’d just like to have known about it first.”

His eyes narrowed to grey slits.  “I know.  But if you’d known, you’d have tried to dissuade me, and don’t even try to deny it.”

Clark smiled.  “You’re absolutely right.”

Lex sighed deeply and closed his eyes.  “Look, I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not spend our last night here fighting,” he finally said softly.  “I’ve got an extensive DVD collection; how about after dinner we get a few of them out, and indulge our inner adrenalin junkie-slash-petrol head?”

Clark nodded enthusiastically.  “It’s a deal.” 


There was a home cinema in every room, but the screen in the master bedroom was the widest; thus, the chamber of choice for the evening’s movie-viewing pleasure was Lex’s. 

Living on a farm meant that there was never any shortage of work to be done, so binge-watching his favourite shows was not something Clark was familiar with.  It turned out that Lex was too busy managing his multi-billion-dollar empire to spend an entire weekend in front of the TV, so marathon movie sessions were new to both of them.

And they both enjoyed it immensely.  Over the course of the evening Lex they migrated from being perched on the end of the bed, to sitting on the it, then lying next to each other with their backs against the headboard.  They bonded again over popcorn and beers, laughing at the ridiculous stunts Hollywood would have them believe. 

“No way could he have survived a fall like that,” Lex scoffed after a particularly handsome actor got up and walked away from a seven-story straight drop with barely a scratch on him.  “His brains should be all over the pavement!”

“Hey, you’ve had your fair share of blows to the head yourself, Captain Concussion,” Clark joked. 

Lex winced.  “Touché.  I’ll let you have that one.”

“I guess you’re just naturally a quick healer, huh?”

A wry smile lifted the corner of Lex’s mouth.  “Funny you should say that.”

“Really?  Why?”

“Because since the day I lost my hair, my immune system has been infallible,” he replied.  “Doctors think something in the meteors altered my DNA somehow.” 

Clark swallowed, feeling a twinge of guilt.  “Lex, I’m so sorry,” he said lamely. 

Lex gave him an odd look.  “Why?  It’s not your fault.”

“I just…”

“It’s a lot to take in, I know.  But hey; you gotta roll with the dice life gives you, right?”

Clark paused.  “Not everyone would be as accepting of such a fundamental change in their lives,” he said carefully.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I was mad about it as a kid; but I eventually had to deal with it.  And even though the meteor shower may have taken something away from me, it left me with a pretty good silver lining.  That’s how I choose to look at it.”

Clark looked at him and grinned.  “For what it’s worth, you don’t need hair to look good, Lex.” 

Lex smiled.  “You’re only saying that because you never got to see me with hair.”

A memory long-since buried surfaced in Clark’s brain; a frail, pale, sickly-looking young boy with locks of bright red curly hair lying on his blazer, a few thinning wisps still clinging stubbornly to his scalp.  Even though he had been merely a toddler himself, Clark could feel the boy’s fear and confusion.  He’d raised his chubby hand and extended his arm towards the boy’s face, then stroked his cheek with a tender caress and whispered some words in a foreign language.  The boy’s worried grey eyes had widened into pools of wonder, his expression softening as he returned Clark’s emerald gaze and took comfort in those unknown words.  Then a slight smile had lifted his lips before his eyes drifted shut from exhaustion. 

Clark gazed into those same eyes, seeing the worry and a tinge of fear; that age old response to the potential sting of rejection, he realised.  Lionel’s expression that day had been one of pure disgust; it must have been hell for Lex growing up with that horrified look on his father’s face burned into his memory.  Right there and then, Clark made it his mission to dispel any notion in Lex’s head that he was anything less than perfect.

Clark raised his hand and stroked Lex’s cheek again, and translated the same phrase that he’d whispered to the scared little boy as he’d done twenty years ago.

“You’re beautiful.” 

They lay side by side on the bed, facing each other, eyes boring into each other’s souls as time itself seemed to stand still.  Clark gently stroked Lex’s face with his fingers, the pad of his thumb lingering on Lex’s lower lip… then, ever so slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Lex’s. 


Chapter 4


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